re running hot Second away from getting there, But loosing minutes are passing us by Hours to change the pace But we're refusing Times up end of the line
and hunted too much Vivisected by the clever men who prove that there's no such Thing as a fair world with live and let live The royal family go hunting
of scars, I can see a shadow of the bars... Hold on - can you feel the sorrow, Hold on - he won't see tomorrow... Yes, he was proud as hell to the end of the line
the same Nothing is like it seems So unreal that it drives me insane in the heat of seven suns Surrender to the power of time. End of the line, ready
